Inspired by and written for the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge, my thanks to Sue and Gerry
Form: Diminishing Verse with poetic license
Scrabbling round beneath the ground
Searching for what nature’s left lying round
Filling wagons with the earth’s core
In the hunt for a bit more ore
To find the rich man’s pleasure
And with these riches, he takes his leisure
Still plundering the earth to erasure
In this way only the rich benefit
And they think they are worth it
But tread carefully upon the ground
For jewels that are there lying round
A line in a stone’s core
Marks the presence of ore
There lies the poor man’s treasure
Not enough for his family to reassure
Taking nature’s gifts as we see fit
Is it really worth it?
©JezzieG2024
From the Back of the Wardrobe 
This is such a good poem! And it raises an excellent question. 🌺
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Thank you Kymber
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I love your poem and was delighted to read it again, here. Each time I’ve read it, I see more and more detail. I really feel for the poor man.
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Thank you so much Kymber, it’s always the poor man who gets the bad deal
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Lovely poem, Jezzie, and thank you for sharing it with our Below challenge.
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